Ромео и Джульетта
Scene I. A public place.
Ocousin,cousin!
PrinceBenvolio,whobeganthisbloodyfray?
BenvolioTybalt,hereslain,whomRomeo’shanddidslay;
Romeothatspokehimfair,badehimbethink
Hownicethequarrelwas,andurgedwithal
Yourhighdispleasure:allthisuttered
Withgentlebreath,calmlook,kneeshumblybow’d,
Couldnottaketrucewiththeunrulyspleen
OfTybaltdeaftopeace,butthathetilts
WithpiercingsteelatboldMercutio’sbreast,
Whoallashot,turnsdeadlypointtopoint,
And,withamartialscorn,withonehandbeats
Colddeathaside,andwiththeothersends
ItbacktoTybalt,whosedexterity,
Retortsit:Romeohecriesaloud,
‘Hold,friends!friends,part!’and,swifterthanhistongue,
Hisagilearmbeatsdowntheirfatalpoints,
And’twixtthemrushes;underneathwhosearm
AnenviousthrustfromTybalthitthelife
OfstoutMercutio,andthenTybaltfled;
ButbyandbycomesbacktoRomeo,
Whohadbutnewlyentertain’drevenge,
Andto’ttheygolikelightning,for,ereI
Coulddrawtopartthem,wasstoutTybaltslain.
And,ashefell,didRomeoturnandfly